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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.