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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.