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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.