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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.