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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.