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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.