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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.