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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.