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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Smog,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.