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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 Cluster to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.