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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.