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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.