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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.