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 Finland 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Little Man,
10cc,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.