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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Mars,
Deakin,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.