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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.