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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.