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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.