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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
DNA,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.