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 Canada 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.