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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.