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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.