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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.