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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.