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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.