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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.