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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.