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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.