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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.