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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.