Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.