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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Nico,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.