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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.