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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Model 500 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.