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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Visage,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.