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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.