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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.