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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.