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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.