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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.