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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.