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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.