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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.