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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.