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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Crime,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.