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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.