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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.