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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.