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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.