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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Urselle,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.