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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.