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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.