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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Swans,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.