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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.