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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.