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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.