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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.