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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.