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 France and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.