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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.