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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.