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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.