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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.