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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Urselle,
June Days,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.