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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.