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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.