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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.