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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.