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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
cv313,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.