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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.