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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Slits to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.