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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.