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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.