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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.