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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Organ,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.