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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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?
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.