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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.