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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.