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 Albania 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Cybotron,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.