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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.