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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
UT,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Nas,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.