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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.