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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.