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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.