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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.