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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Swans to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.