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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.