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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.