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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.