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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.