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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.