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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.