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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.