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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.