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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.