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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.