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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.