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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.