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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Index to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.