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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.