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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.