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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.