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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fear,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.