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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.