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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.