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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.