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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Parry Music,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.