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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.