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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.