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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.