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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.