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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.