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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
CMW,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.