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 France and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.