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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
MDC,
June Days,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.