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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.