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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
New Order,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.