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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.