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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.