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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.