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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.