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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Visage,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.