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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.