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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.