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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.