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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.