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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.