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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.