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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.