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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.