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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.