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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.