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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.