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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.