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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.