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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.