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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.