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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.