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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.