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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.