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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.