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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.