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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.