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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.