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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.