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 China and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Monks,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.