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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
PIL,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.