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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.