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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.