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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.