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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.