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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.