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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.