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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.