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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.