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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.