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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.