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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.