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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.