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 New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
The Index,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.