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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.