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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.