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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.