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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.