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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Litter,
Suicide,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.