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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.