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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.