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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.