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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.