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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 snare 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 Black Pus 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.