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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Residents,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.