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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.