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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.