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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.