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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.