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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.