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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.