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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
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.