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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.