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 Romania and from Paris.
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 Woodstock and London.
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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.