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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.