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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.