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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Skaos,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.