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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Yaz to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.