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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.