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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.