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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.