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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.