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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
AZ,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.