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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.