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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.