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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.