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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.