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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.