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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.