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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.