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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.