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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.