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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.