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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Nas,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.