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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.