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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.