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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.