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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Nas,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.