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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.