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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Franke to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Cluster,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.