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 Ireland and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.