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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
MDC,
Brick,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.