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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.