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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.