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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 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 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.