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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.