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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Move to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.