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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.