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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.