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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Visage,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.