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 Saudi Arabia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.