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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.