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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.