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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.