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 Malta 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.