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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.