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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Scion to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.