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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.