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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.