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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.