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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.