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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.