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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Names,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Wire,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.