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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.