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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.