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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.