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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
MC5,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.