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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.