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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.