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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.