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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Index,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.