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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Human League,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.