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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.