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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.