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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.