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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Franke,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.