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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.