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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.