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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.