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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.