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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.