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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Japan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.