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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.