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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
cv313,
Make Up,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.