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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.