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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.