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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.