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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.