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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.