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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Nico,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.