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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.