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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.