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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.