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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.