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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.