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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Scion,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Index,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.