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 Denmark 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.