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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Magma,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Brick,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.