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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.