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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.