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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.