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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.