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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Franke,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.