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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.