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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.