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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.