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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.