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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Seeds,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.