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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.