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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.