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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.