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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.