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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.