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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.