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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.