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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.