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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.