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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Swans,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.