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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.