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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.