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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.