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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.