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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.