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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.