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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.