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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.