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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.