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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.