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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.