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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.