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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.