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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.