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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.