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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.