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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.