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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.