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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.