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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.