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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.