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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.