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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Flipper 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.