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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.