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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.