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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.