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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Faust,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.