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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.