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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Skatalites to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.