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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.