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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.