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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Can,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.