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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.