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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.