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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.