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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.