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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.