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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Television,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.