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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.