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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.