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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Unwound,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.