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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
John Cale,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.