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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.