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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Index,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.