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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Monolake,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.