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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.