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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.