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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.