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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Slits,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.