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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.