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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.