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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.