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 New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
The Evens,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.