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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.