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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.