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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.