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 Brunei and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.