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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
UT,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.