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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.