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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.