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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust 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 techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Faust,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.