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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.