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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.