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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.