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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.