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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.