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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.