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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.