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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Pole,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.