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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Japan,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.