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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.