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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Swans,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.