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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.