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 India and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.