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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.