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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.