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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Yaz,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.