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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.