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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.