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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.