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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.