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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.