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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.