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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.