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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.