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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.