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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.