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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.