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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.