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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.