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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.