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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.