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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.