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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
X-101,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.