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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Gong,
Smog,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.