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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.