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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.