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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.