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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.