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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.