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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.