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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Urselle to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.