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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.