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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.