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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.