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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Anakelly 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.