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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.