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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.