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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.