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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.