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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.