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 Estonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Visage,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.