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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Scion,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.