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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
MC5,
Kayak,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.