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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Index,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.