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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.