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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.