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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Index,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.