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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.