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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.