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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.