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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.