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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.