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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.