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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.