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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Ten City,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.