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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.