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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Audionom,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.