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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.