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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Japan,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.