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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.