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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.