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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.