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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.