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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.