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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.