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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.