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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.