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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.