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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.