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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.