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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.