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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.