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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.