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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.