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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.