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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.