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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.