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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.