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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.