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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.