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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.