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 Uzbekistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Index,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.