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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.