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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.