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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.