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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.