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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.