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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.