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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.