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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 David McCallum 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Monks,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.