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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Sound,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.