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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 AZ to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.