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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Jandek,
Fear,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Shoche,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.