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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Index,
Technova,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.