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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.