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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.