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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.