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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.