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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.