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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.