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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.