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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.