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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.