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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.