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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.