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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.