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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.