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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.