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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
The Wake,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.