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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.