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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.