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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.