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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.