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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.