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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.