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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Magma,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.