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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.