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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
PIL,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.