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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.