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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.