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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.