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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.