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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 CMW to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.