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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wings to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.