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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Interpol 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 electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
MDC,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.