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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.