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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
Ludus,
Scrapy,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.