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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.