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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.