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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.