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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.