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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.