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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.