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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Faust,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Index,
JFA,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.