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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.