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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.