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 Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.