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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Slackers 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.