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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Wings,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.