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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.