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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
UT,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.