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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.