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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.