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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.