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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.