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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.