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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.