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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.