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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.