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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.