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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
the Association,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.