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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.