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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.