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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.