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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Darondo,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.