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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
AZ,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.