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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.